She lowered her head, looking at her wrist held by him, a few unnamed emotions flickered in her eyes. After a long while, she softly asked, "Brandan Hyde, even if I'm going to die, won't you let me go?"
"In this life, this is my only wish." She looked up at him and smiled, "Didn't you say you liked me? Then, please—let me go, can you?"
Brandan Hyde looked at her.
Now, this person can use his affection to hurt him.
Just like he once did to her.
Surely, retribution is inevitable.
Brandan mocked himself inwardly, yet stubbornly held onto her: "No."
He looked at her and said, "I will find a bone marrow match for you. I won't let you die."
"Then, if I say," Iris Harris slowly retracted her expression, "I no longer want to live?"
Brandan's heart slightly jumped, boundless coldness quickly spread with Iris Harris's words.
Iris seriously looked at him: "I no longer want to continue living. So, spare yourself the trouble, Brandan Hyde, please let go of me."
